The fluttering snowflakes are the stars' shards; reaching your hands into the sky,
you can feel our coming-and-going wishes for each other, can't you?
Now everything has become shrouded in a shade of monochrome.

My heart is bursting with excitement as I await the dawn of this secluded world.
As soon as I bring my light with me on a journey, a new "tomorrow" will begin within me.
The fluttering snowflakes are the stars' shards; reaching my hands into the sky,
I will always believe in our coming-and-going wishes for each other.
Now everything has become shrouded in a shade of monochrome.

Each following our own trajectories, even if we would never be able to meet again,
we will surely be connected somewhere in this light-brimming galaxy.
The dissipating stars, like fine sands, tenderly caresses my bosom again.
As I quietly fall into a slumber, the afterimages of my dream
will still be shrouded in a shade of monochrome.

My heart is bursting with excitement as I await the dawn of this secluded world.
As soon as I bring my light with me on a journey, a new "tomorrow" will begin within me.
The fluttering snowflakes are the stars' shards; reaching my hands into the sky,
I will always believe in our coming-and-going wishes for each other.
Now everything has become shrouded in a shade of monochrome.